"Hello to all you listeners in the Chicago Wasteland, or at least those of you still alive. This is Chicago Blues Radio!"
"Here, you can experience the best of pre-war life. Why? Because Chicago only suffered a nuclear blast that destroyed 70% of it! There's still a whole 30% left, with at least ten floors of buildings intact!"
"Want to gamble? You can do that here! Looking for a thrill? Buffout, Jet, and plenty of supplies, guaranteed to satisfy! Want to do something exciting? We've got unregulated slave trading and thrilling gladiator matches! Whatever you're after, Chicago has it! And if we don't, the most powerful VR pods can make you feel like we do!"
"Just remember, in Chicago's urban area, every building is a city of its own. Don't take a wrong turn and end up in a building full of ghouls or mutants. Oh, and don't mess with the Godfather."
"Because he built the entire Chicago Wasteland."
"What a load of nonsense." The sheriff adjusted the brim of his hat, switched off his Pip-Boy radio, and entered the Chicago Wasteland, a place made of ruins, with his hunting dog, Dogmeat.
